Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.